All language subtitles for Bewitched S03E15 A Gazebo Never Forgets_track3_[eng]

(CRASH)

Forced landing.

My goodness!
Oh, good heavens,
Aunt Clara.

Are you all right?

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

My goodness.
Oh, yes. Oh, well.

Oh, my,
I’m glad you dropped in.
Oh.

Darrin’s in
Boston on business.

Y-yes, I know.

You do?

(GIGGLES)
How’s Tabatha?

Wonderful, just wonderful.

We’re going to the park
as soon as I finish measuring
the gazebo.

Oh, yeah. Uh, the what?

The gazebo.
Uh, gaz...

That thing
you just crashed through.
Oh.

The summer house.
Oh. Oh, dear.

Well, I feel much better
crashing into the gazebo

than I would
the summer house.

You want to come to the park
with Tabatha and me?

I’d love to.

And then afterwards, would you
mind baby-sitting for a while,
while I go to the bank?

Oh.
You see, I have been
delegated by Darrin,

during his absence,
to negotiate a loan.

How about that?

Oh, I’m very impressed.

What does it mean?

It means that we would like
to borrow some money
from the bank

So we can tear down the gazebo
and put up a rumpus room.

Oh, well, I wish I’d known.

Known what?

If I’d known you were going
to tear this thing down,

I would have tried to land
right dead center.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Oh, my goodness.
Oh, yes.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(MAGIC TWINKLING)

SAM: This is where
we usually sit.

Oh, it’s a lovely spot.

Lovely.
Uh, good morning.

Good morning.

Oh, isn’t that cute?

No, Tabatha.
That doesn’t belong to you.
No.

Come, dear,
while Mother gets
a drink of water.

She’s got enough toys now
to open a toy store.

AUNT CLARA: Yes.

(MAGIC TWINKLING)

Tabatha, I said no.

Funny pony.

No, it’s not a funny pony.

It’s an elephant.
El-e-phant.

And you must not take
what doesn’t belong to you.
That’s very wrong.

Yes, that’s very wrong.

Funny pony.

She needs more sleight of hand
if she’s going
to act like that,

What happened to...
Well, of all the nerve!

I’m terribly sorry, but...
What’s the matter? Can’t you
get her one of her own?

Well, I...
Here, love. Here you are.

Please, let me explain.
You see, it was just
an accident.

Well, maybe "accident"
isn’t quite the right word.

How about
"regrettable occurrence"?

"Unfortunate circumstance"?

Oh, she’s
very hard to please.

(MAGIC TWINKLING)

Accident, eh?

Some accident, you, you,
you toy snatcher, you!

Oh, I’m Mr. Scranton.
You wish to see me
about applying for a loan?

Yes. Well, actually,
my husband is applying
for the loan.

But a business matter came up,
and it made it impossible for
him to keep the appointment,

so I volunteered to come down
and give you any information
you might need.

Sort of expedite matters.
Isn’t that how you bankers
put it?

No. You’re Mrs. Stephens?

Uh, yes,
Mrs. Darrin Stephens.
Uh, come in, please.

Sit there.

Excuse me, sir.
Yes, Hawkins?

The appraisal
on the Nelson house.
I have completed it.

(NERVOUS CHUCKLE)
Uh, to put it, uh,
simply and kindly,

under no circumstances
will I recommend the loan.

Well, why not?
The Nelsons’ credit rating...

Shall we say that the Nelsons’
character references
fell short of the mark?

SCRANTON:
They did?
But they seemed so solid.

Well, they certainly
could have fooled me.

Well, forgive me, sir,
but not me.

I never believe
what I see on the surface.

I like to dig.

SCRANTON:
Oh, I’m sorry.
This is Mrs. Stephens.

She’s applying for a loan
for her husband.

Hi, there.

How do you do, I’m sure.

Y-you see, actually,
it’s my husband who...

I just can’t believe it
about the Nelsons.

Have you ever applied
for a loan with us before?

No, sir,
but we use your calendars.

What is the purpose
of the loan?

Home alterations.

My husband wants to tear down
our gazebo and build
a rumpus room.

I see. What’s a gazebo?

Permit me, sir.

A gazebo is a quaint word,
fast going out of style,

that some people,
few though they may be,

use when they refer
to a summer house.

Most of them are very small.
The summer houses, I mean.

Well, if it’s a summer house,
why don’t you call it
a summer house?

Oh, I will, I will.

Well,
uh, where is your husband
employed, Mrs. Stephens?

Advertising agency.
McMann and Tate.

McMann and Tate?

McMann and Tate!

That’s right.

(LAUGHING)
Why, my brother’s firm is one
of their biggest accounts!

Why didn’t you say so?
Welcome aboard!

How much do you want?

Uh, who is your brother?

Well, Tom Scranton,
president of Super Soapy Soap.

Super Soapy Soap?

Why, that’s one of the firm’s
largest accounts!

Is that so? Well!

"Super Soapy Soap...

"The soap your skin loves
to sud!"

Say, wasn’t it
your husband’s firm that
came up with that slogan?

My husband wrote it.

(LAUGHING)
Well! What a small world
this is!

I know your husband’s boss.
Larry Tate, right?

Right! Larry Tate.
Good ol’ Larry Tate.

Well! Well, we can move
this loan right along.

There’ll just be this little
application for
you to fill in...

A mere formality,
I assure you.

If my brother can trust
your husband’s firm
with a million-dollar account,

I guess we can risk a few bob
on him!

Eh, uh, you still here,
Hawkins?

Hawkins, I want you to go out
this afternoon

and inspect
Mrs. Stephens’ property.

Just a formality.

HAWKINS: Yes, sir.

A loan to tear down
a summer house...

A gazebo, Hawkins!
A gazebo.

A gazebo.

Oh, Aunt Clara, everything
just went beautifully
at the bank.

You Tabatha.
Me jumbo.

What on earth
are you doing?

Oh, it’s so long since
I’ve been an elephant, really.

Why are you trying
to be one now?

Uh, Tabatha wants
that toy elephant
that she saw in the park.

Remem... Remember?

Hmm.
Wh-why don’t we try this?
It’s one of her favorites.

I did. I’ve tried
every toy in the house.

I’ve tried everything.

Tsk. Oh, dear.

(PHONE RINGING)

Mm, excuse me.

Ooh!
(MUMBLING)

There’s one thing
I haven’t tried.

Hello? Oh, hi, Darrin.

I’m so glad you called.
Guess what.

They’re gonna
give us the loan.

Oh, they’re practically
gonna give us the bank.

In the park,
all pink and new,

polka dots of every hue,

hear this wish,
hear this chant,

Tabatha wants an elephant.

Oh, dear!

Oh, I will, dear.

I’ll see
that everything is shipshape
when the appraiser comes.

Oh, now, Darrin, sweetheart.
Don’t worry.

I promise you, everything
will be in perfect order.

Hurry home.
(KISSING)

Bye.

(ELEPHANT TRUMPETING)

(TRUMPETING CONTINUES)
(GASPS)

Oh, my stars!
Aunt Clara,
what have you done?

Well, I...
(MUMBLING)

G-g-get rid of
this elephant.

What elephant?
This elephant.

Oh... Tabatha loves him.

Well, the bank won’t.

Aunt Clara,
you’ve got to do something.

Y-you’ve got to
get rid of it.

Y-you mean now?

Yes, now.

Oh, I can’t.
I’d love to oblige, dear.

But, unfortunately, I can’t.

Well, Aunt Clara,
you cast the spell.
Just uncast it.

Yes, but I can’t
without the toy from the park.

(MUMBLING)
Well, I should have had that
in the first place.

Well, you should have thought
of that before.

But I was
thinking of elephants.
(MUMBLING)

I can’t think of everything,
you know.

Oh, well,
of course you can’t, dear.

Oh, we have to have that toy.

I hope
the woman’s still there.
I’ll go see.

Oh, yes, yes.
And I’ll stay with Tabatha.
(ELEPHANT TRUMPETS)

And, in the meantime,
I’ll work on it.

Yes, fine. All right.
Oh. Oh, no.

No, if I leave you here
and you work on it,

I’m apt to have an entire zoo
before I get back.

Now, come over this way.
Come on, come on.

(MUMBLING)

Now, there must be
some other spell
we can use.

Yes.
Okay?
Uh, so let’s try one.

Well, try something.
Try anything.

(TRUMPETS)

(TRUMPETING CONTINUES)

Colors pink and blue
and gray,

Why don’t you just all
go away?

Yes. I was afraid
that was... No good.

Hmm.

I have it! Oh,
I have the perfect solution.

What?
Oh, call the exterminator.

Oh, Aunt Clara.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

Hello, Sam. Larry.

Oh, hi, Larry.
How are you?

Oh, I’m fine. Just fine.
How are you, Sam?

Oh, listen.
The reason I called is...

I just had a funny call
from Leon Scranton.

Leon Scranton,
the bank president?

Yeah. And the reason
he called me was

he just had a funny call
from the appraiser.

The appraiser?

Yeah. Are you ready for this?

The appraiser told Scranton

that you have an elephant
in your living room!
(LAUGHING)

He did?
Why would he say
a thing like that?

Now wait, wait, wait, wait.
There’s more.

There is?

He also said

that the elephant was pink
with multicolored polka dots!

W-well, that’s, uh...
that’s crazy... Isn’t it?

Of course it is,
but don’t worry.
I took care of everything.

You did? How?

Listen, Sam,
Scranton’s
a bit of an oddball.

It seems to run in the family.
So if it’s all right with you,

I’ll bring Leon to your house
at 4:00

so that he can see for himself
that the whole thing
is utter nonsense.

We... Uh, frankly, Larry, I...

Because we don’t want Leon
telling his brother

that his
million-dollar account
is being handled by a man

who has an elephant
in his living room
in living color.

Do we?

Oh, no. N-no.
No, we certainly don’t.

Okay.
Well, I’ll see you at 4:00.

A-a-all right, Larry.
See you at 4:00.

Bye.

Aunt Clara,

Larry is bringing
the bank president by at 4:00.

Why?

To prove that we do not
have an elephant
in our living room.

Now, we have to get rid
of that elephant,

or else!

Or else.

Heave!

Ho!

Heave!

Uh!

Heave!

Ho!

Oh, Aunt Clara,
don’t stop now.
We have to get it outside.

If we do, there’s a chance
Mr. Scranton won’t see it.

Uh... Ah, Samantha,

now, you have such a flair.

Why don’t you,
uh, you know, try
to get him out to the patio?

Aunt Clara, if I could...
him out to the patio,

I would...him back to Africa.

Now, come on.

(CLEARS THROAT)
Heave!

Ho!

Heave-ho!

Now, Mr. Scranton and Tate,
I will await without,

but not without a pink,
polka-dotted elephant.

Whew! Well, we did it!

(SIGHS)
Did what?

Oh, sometimes, you know,
I think you’re
very vague, dear.

Well, now, all I have to do
is put you to bed,

Change clothes,
fix the refreshments and...

Oh, well, what’s the rush?
I have all of two minutes.

Come on.
There we go.

AUNT CLARA:
Samantha!

(ELEPHANT TRUMPETING)

Oh, uh, nice elephant.

Nice... Oh, please go out
and play in the yard.

Oh, nice elephant. Oh, n...

Never mind the music.

Oh, please!
Nice elephant.
Pretty elephant.

Nice elephant.
(TRUMPETS)

(TRUMPETING CONTINUES)

Bad elephant.

Oh, really, Aunt Clara.
Why did you let it back in?

I couldn’t help it, dear. He
was coming crashing through

the window there
and the glass.

And I didn’t know
if you had it insured.

Aunt Clara...
Aunt Clara, that’s it!

Wh-wh-what’s it?

That’s why he didn’t want
to stay out!

He wanted to be with Tabatha.

Oh, yes, well,
I knew that from the start.

They’re crazy
about each other.

(DOORBELL RINGS)
(GASPS)

Oh, I wonder
who that can be.

Oh, I bet it’s Mr. Scranton.
Come on.

Let’s see if it’ll follow
Tabatha into the den.

Come on.

Oh, w-wait a minute!
Wait for me!

Brace yourself,
Mr. Scranton.

You are about to see one very
pink, polka-dotted elephant
on the patio.

Leon, this boy needs
to be grounded.

You stay here
and play quietly, huh?

Now, I’m sure as long
as they’re both here,
(TRUMPETS)

that they’ll stay put
and there won’t
be any problem.

Now, um, Aunt Clara,
I want you to go to the park
and get that toy.

And I don’t
care how you do it.
Oh, yes, I do.

Absolutely no witchcraft.

No, uh, no witchcraft.

Yes, all right.
Now, hurry.

Y-yes, I will.
Wait. Will you just
give me a boost?

Oh, why, certainly.
Now, um...

Well, what’s keeping them?

A pink, polka-dotted
elephant.
What else?

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Uh, refreshments on the patio,

And I’ll wear my brown dress.

(RINGING CONTINUES)
Coming!

Hi, Larry, gentlemen.

Good afternoon.
(CHUCKLING)

Doesn’t take you very long
to change, does it?

Well, that depends.
Into what?

M-may I suggest
that we dispense
with the amenities

and go directly
to your patio,
Mrs. Stephens?

Well, hold on, Hawkins.
You’re getting a little
highhanded.

Now, I think...
No, no. That’s exactly
what I had in mind.

I have some nice cool drinks
for all of us.

You lead the way, Larry.

This way, gentlemen.

Mr. Hawkins.

You said it was on the patio.
Come on. Show us where.

All right.
What did you do with it?
He’s got to be here.

I saw you push him out here.

Push what where?

The elephant.

Maybe he’s in the garage.

Congratulations, madam.

Congratulations?
For what?

Well, you’ve won
today’s grand prize

for having the only
toy elephant in the park

with, uh, polka dots on it.

Twenty dollars for you, dear.

(CHUCKLES)
Now may I

take the elephant
for the prize committee?

Wait a minute!

Oh, no! I can’t.
I can’t, dear.

The contest will be over
at 6:00.

(NERVOUS CHUCKLE)
Yes.

What is it with
that elephant?

It wasn’t in the garage,

but he’s here someplace,
and I’ll find him.

Leon, how far
do you want to go?
I don’t care.

HAWKINS: I smell a rat.

LARRY: Oh, come on.
Be consistent.

If you smell anything,
smell an elephant.

If he’s not out here, then
he’s somewhere in the house.

Mr. Hawkins, really.

Mr. Hawkins, I must protest.

Please!
Where have you got him?

What?
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. I know.
You’ve got him hidden.

In a closet.
That’s what it is.
In a closet.

An elephant in a closet?

Now are you satisfied?

Now I’m satisfied.

That’s not an elephant?

Somebody tell me
that’s not an elephant.

I found it, Mr. Scranton!

I found the elephant,

and he’s every bit as pink
and polka-dotted as I said
he was.

All right, Hawkins. Where?

In the last place
you’d expect, sir.

In the den.
Follow me, please.

Leon, where
did you find this joker?

See for yourselves.

(WHINING)
He was here. He was!

I saw him!
Why would I say I saw him
if I hadn’t?

That is a question for you
to ask
a qualified psychiatrist.

I couldn’t agree more.
Enough is enough.

We haven’t looked everywhere.
What about upstairs?

LARRY:
Upstairs?

The kitchen. W-we haven’t...
We haven’t tried the kitchen.

Uh, at least let’s try
the kitchen.

You try the kitchen,
and if you find the elephant,
let me know.

I’ll come a-running.
So will I.

Aha! There you are!
All right.

I’m letting you know.
You may both come a-running.

The elephant is
in the kitchen!

And the king
is in the counting house.

Counting out his money.

You don’t have to come in,
but come a little closer.

Now what do you say?

What?
I think you’ve been
overworking him.

Well, I won’t be
overworking him anymore.

Oh, please, Mr. Scranton.
Anyone can make a mistake.

All he needs
is a vacation.

SCRANTON:
Well, I’ll think it over.
Right now, I’ve seen enough.

I’m sorry to
have bothered you,
Mrs. Stephens.

Oh, no bother.

I’ll call you, Sam.
Fine, Larry.

Coming, Hawkins?
Um, I-I’ll
give him something

for his headache,
and then he’ll go.

Mm.

Mommy! Mommy!

Oh, Tabatha.
I thought I told you
to stay in the den.

(TRUMPETING)

That’s...
That’s not an elephant?

Well, actually, it’s one
of my husband’s
prize trophies.

He picked it up
when he was on a safari
in Africa.

Bagged it himself.

(ELEPHANT TRUMPETS)

I guess he really
should have shot it first.

Oh!

Oh, I hope
I’m not too late.

Oh. No, of course not, dear.

You’ve saved the day.

Oh, well, he certainly
didn’t do anything to help.

(MUMBLING)
What are we going to do
if the mother isn’t there?

Think positive, Aunt Clara.
Haven’t we had
enough trouble?

Oh, yes.
My opinion is yes, yes.

Oh!
There she is.

Thank heaven she’s here.
All right.

Now, Aunt Clara,
you give me the elephant,
and I’ll return it from here.

No. Allow me, please.
Uh, yes.

I want to redeem myself.

Well, of course you do, dear,
but, uh, be careful.

Yes. Have no fear.
Uh, no fear.

Polka dots

and trunks that bend,

bring to us a happy end.

Oh, look.
Oh, Aunt Clara.
(ELEPHANT TRUMPETS)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)
Oh! Oh, my!

Shall we make
a tactical retreat, dear?

Yes, yes.

Uh, hang on, hang on.